Текст песни How Can You! - Remo Fernandes
How
can
you
award
such
a
woman?
- Take
back
her
awards
How
can
you
reward
such
a
woman?
- Take
back
her
rewards
Take
back
her
awards!
Take
back
her
rewards!
She's
a
fake
STOP
IT!
Who
dares
disturb
a
Bengalis'
siesta!?
Why
do
you
scream
and
shout?
What's
tickling
your
rear
ends?
What's
this
all
about?
Young
man,
you'd
better
mind
how
you
talk
to
me
Haha!
And
who
are
you?
I'm
a
doctor
from
England
Where
I
edit
a
medical
journal
I've
visited
the
Home
for
the
Dying
It's
nothing
short
of
infernal
There
are
untrained
nuns
Taking
important
medical
decisions
An
acute
shortage
of
doctors
And
medical
provisions
I
say,
this
is
most
improper
These
people
are
dying
These
people
were
dying
and
you
didn't
care
Alone,
in
gutters
– why
weren't
you
there?
You
only
seem
to
have
become
aware
After
she
stepped
in
with
a
prayer
She
doesn't
presume
to
work
miracles
And
bring
them
back
to
life
But
here
they
die
with
dignity
Clean,
well
fed,
well
cared
for
She
just
gives
them
what
they
need
the
most
And
that
is
Love
at
the
end
of
their
strife
You
do
know
the
value
of
Love,
don't
you,
doctor?
It's
medicine
for
the
soul!
The
kind
you
don't
find
in
hospitals
But:
since
you
know
it
all
And
have
the
know-how
Why
don't
you
help
the
sisters
And
show
them
how?
Me,
work
in
the
slums?
Have
you
gone
completely
crazy?
I've
important
work
in
England
I'm
very,
very
busy
Hmmmm...
I
thought
he
would
be
They
usually
are
Too
busy
to
empathise
But
always
free
to
criticise
Power
to
women!s
Power
to
women!s
We'll
do
with
semen
Whatever
is
pleasin'
She's
anti-contraception
She's
anti-abortion
She's
anti-divorce
Yes,
she
is.
And
I'm
not.
So
what!?
She's
got
her
beliefs
and
you've
got
yours
She
may
be
old-fashioned
but
she's
not
making
laws
Yes,
she
lives
by
her
old
canon
Yet,
she's
there
for
babies
which
mothers
abandon
She
doesn't
turn
her
back
on
you
Just
cause
you're
a
different
hue
Why
do
you
judge
her
view
When
she's
not
judging
you?
But
since
you're
powerful
women
And
have
the
know-how
Why
don't
you
help
the
sisters
And
show
them
how?
Work
in
the
slums!?
We're
much
too
busy
Busy
on
an
outing
Screaming
and
shouting
Hmmmm...
I
thought
they
would
be
They
usually
are
Too
busy
to
empathise
But
always
free
to
criticise
This
Missionary
is
On
a
very
crooked
mission
She's
a
Hell's
Angel
In
a
missionary
position
Woah!
Woah!
Who's
this
Creeping
up
from
behind?
With
language
like
that
He
must
be
truly
refined
Sod
refinement!
Let's
talk
amounts
She's
received
in
millions
Where
are
the
accounts?
Hey!
Are
you
accusing
her
of
robbery?
Are
you
accusing
her
of
forgery?
Er...
No,
I
didn't
say
that
There's
no
proof
of
that
I'm...
I'm
just
saying
the
accounts
are
not
maintained
properly
And
just
for
that,
you
want
to
cast
doubts
upon
her
character?
Are
you
a
man,
or
a
sociopath
predator?
She's
no
accountant,
she
serves
her
Creator
Should
she
do
that,
or
answer
to
you
with
a
calculator?
But:
since
you're
such
a
good
accountant
And
have
the
know-how
Why
don't
you
help
the
sisters
And
show
them
how?
Me,
work
in
the
slums?
Are
you
out
of
your
mind?
I'm
much
too
busy
For
work
of
that
kind
Hmmmm...
I
thought
he
would
be
They
usually
are
Too
busy
to
empathise
But
always
free
to
criticise
My
son,
why
do
you
think
they're
doing
this
to
me?
All
those
false
accusations!
What
have
I
done
to
them?
Haha!
Take
no
notice,
Mother!
As
the
old
saying
goes
"Dogs
will
bark
in
the
night
But
the
caravan
moves
on"
These
people
don't
need
anything
to
be
done
to
them
They
are
the
bane
of
the
earth
They
make
their
name
and
fame
attacking
famous
people
like
you
So
they
go
around
inventing
dirt
If
they
wrote
yet
more
good
things
about
you
They'd
be
lost
in
the
madding
crowd
However,
by
criticising
you
Like
a
sore
thumb
they
stand
out
They
spend
years
and
years
and
years
digging
muck
On
Gandhi,
Lama,
King,
Jesus,
etcetera
Prospectors
trying
their
luck
They
find
the
time
to
write
articles
They
find
the
time
to
give
interviews
They
find
the
time
to
go
on
TV
But
never
have
the
time
to
do
some
good
Not
that
they'd
do
it
even
if
they
could
Hahaha!
Forget
them,
Mother.
There's
a
lot
more
criticism
where
that
came
from
And
if
we
go
listening
to
each
one,
we'll
never
get
our
work
done
And
we
sure
have
a
whole
lot
of
work
To
be
done
1 Where He Wants Me to Be-I
2 Where He Wants Me to Be-II
3 They Call Me Hunger
4 Scoop: She's Dead
5 Take Me to Calcutta
6 I'm Going to the Slums
7 Thank You Most Kindly
8 She Makes Us Look Callous
9 What Do You Mean?!
10 Welcome, My Child
11 The World Within/Without
12 Happy Happy Song
13 Give Me a Sign
14 Give a Child a Childhood
15 Give, Mother, Give
16 Let's Go in for the Kill
17 We Need Our Own Congregation
18 I'm Not Converting Anybody
19 She Can See
20 Take, Mother, Take
21 And When I'm Gone
22 How Can You!
23 Do It Anyway
24 Reprise: Take Me to Calcutta
25 The Death Song
26 Our Fair Calcutta
27 You Are Not Alone
28 Overture
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